Chapter 104 There is no time in my life but I force it

"Oh, I'll go up the mountain to make some firewood for cooking. It's useless in the room." Mrs. Zhao lied and cheated. Of course, he would not tell the other party that he was going to see the feng shui treasure.

"Having firewood, you are so old, why don't you call your son to go?"

"Hey, how can I be a little master at home? You're busy. I'm leaving. It's going to get dark soon. Maybe it will rain in time. Mr. Zhao looked carelessly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhao. I know there are piles of branches nearby. Why don't I take you there? I can also help you carry it down the mountain by the way."

"Forget it, I won't bother you. Go back quickly!" Mrs. Zhao became more and more anxious. This guy obviously knew his purpose and insisted on following him.

Youzi smiled gloomily, "Are you going to see that feng shui treasure?" Don't worry, it's well covered under the branch. No one has found it.

"What? You--" Mrs. Zhao was so surprised that his heart immediately cooled down.

"Yes, you are very unlucky. That treasure was found by me, a shameless gangster." The oil gave him a thiepily winking, and his saliva was about to flow down.

"Hey, what a treasure, I don't know what you're talking about. What you see is just an ordinary piece of land. Mrs. Zhao still couldn't believe the fact that Fengshui was discovered by outsiders, and she still struggled to hide the truth.

"Is that right, ordinary? The lid of a coffin is exactly the same as the real one, or brown. I thought it was really born from the aura of the earth!"

Okay, since you said no, then don't do it again. I'll smash him. After saying that, the oil went back, a look of Li Kui's anger.

"Wait, I have something to say." Mrs. Zhao was yielded. In this way, he really found the feng shui treasure. He stopped the oil roguely, hoping to have a serious talk with him. And according to the tone of oil, it is nothing more than to get something from his hand, which should be able to talk about it.

"Oh, my old man with a mouth in your mouth, have you finally changed your mind?" The oil stopped very sensively and smiled proudly, with a gesture of a winner.

"Tell me, what benefits do you want?"

"Refresh!" Youzi raised his thumb: "Since you are always so frank, I won't sell it. To be honest, I just want to make a little fortune from this, so I tried my best to look for it all over the mountain today. As a result, God treated me well and let me really find it. Well, I just went down the mountain to go to your house to talk about this business... Unexpectedly, if you miss Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive..."

"No nonsense, let's talk about something real!"

"Okay, the substance is the substance, a price, fifty silver dollars. I will always keep this secret for you until you die. How's it going?"

"Fifty is fifty, but you have to keep your word!" Mrs. Zhao gritted her teeth.

"Of course. Although I'm a beggar, I still have principles. Don't worry. In fact, it is quite cost-effective for you to exchange some silver dollars for generations of wealth of descendants. Maybe there will be a character like the First Emperor of Qin. You can't take this good thing alone, can you? You have to pay a price!"

"That's it. You'll come here to get the money tomorrow. See you soon."

"Okay, deal, goodbye. Go on to carry the firewood. Haha..." Youzi thought he had won a battle. He hummed the hooligan song shamelessly in front of Mrs. Zhao and went down the mountain.

Mrs. Zhao was in the local area, but she seemed to have lost her soul, and she couldn't recover for a long time.

It was late at night when I got home, and Mrs. Zhao couldn't sleep over and over again. His left eyelid is always jumping around, and he always feels unsteady, as if it indicates something will happen tomorrow. Isn't that the oil that wants to play with himself?"

The more Mrs. Zhao thought about it, the more sober he became. He simply put on his clothes and came to the yard. The breeze blew, and the stars in the sky were very bright, blinking at him.

"Alas, everything is life. The ancients said that blessed people wait for blessed land, blessed land wait for blessed people. If my old man Zhao is destined to bury good feng shui, then others can't destroy it. After Zhu Yuanyu's mother died of the plague, because she had no money to buy a coffin, she had no choice but to wrap the body with some grass and prepare to bury it. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden heavy rain on the way. A pile of soil collapsed from the nearby hillside and just buried his mother in it. The size is still like that. As a result, Zhu Chongba later defeated Chen Youliang, led the world, and became the real dragon emperor. This is the so-called 'heavenly burial'. You can't stop it. What can ordinary people ask for? He tried his best to comfort himself, as if he was the reincarnation of Zhu Chongba.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Zhao came to Sishengling with a pocket of silver dollars. He didn't tell his son about it. He was afraid that his son could not control his mouth this time, so he told his wife about it, and then made it known all over the world. When he arrived at the Sishengling, he found that the oil had been waiting here for a long time.

"You're still here early. Don't worry, what I promised will not change. Nuo, here you are!" Mrs. Zhao took out a small bag from her pocket and threw it at the oil.

The oily mouth sneered, grabbed it in his hand, weighed the weight, and said, "Isn't it one word missing?"

Mrs. Zhao said angrily, "Go down your mountain and have a good time. I hate you when I see you."

"Okay, take people's money and eliminate disasters with others. Goodbye. I wish you a long life and happiness for your children and grandchildren. Hahahaha..." The oil put the money in his pocket, and then went away.

"Your grandfather's, you can't die!" Although Mrs. Zhao sent away the plague god, he was still quite unhappy after all. Originally, he didn't have to spend a penny. Therefore, if you don't scold viciously, it's hard to dispel your hatred. But maybe God is destined that Mrs. Zhao can't be Zhu Chongba. His wealth and vicious abuse did not help him eliminate the immediate disaster.

After the oil got the extortion money and went down the mountain, he planned to find a good place to spend money. But his ugly nature suddenly made him wonder, "Why should I fulfill my promise?" Am I a fucking hero or a genius? Well, I won't follow you. I have to break it for him.

Thinking of these immoral ideas, the oil did not mean to gamble at all. Instead, he was stimulated by another violent excited nerve. He picked up a big hammer, quietly climbed up the back mountain of Sishengling, and then found the treasured land of Mrs. Zhao. After digging up the soil, he aimed the hammer at the brown coffin lid a few times.

Bang, bang, bang - the sound of iron and stone suddenly sounded all over the mountains. Not broken. The oil hammered and hammered, but it was strange that after five minutes of work, he still couldn't break the lid. The oil wiped the sweat on his forehead and said to himself, "It's really a treasure. I can't even break it. OK, I'll use some evil one to see if you can break it!"

When he was a child, he heard the old man say that if you want to make any family's people unlucky immediately, just go to the family's ancestral grave and sprinkle urine to ensure that everything is a test. And he also heard that why the emperor can't come out of Hubei is because a mother sprinkled a bubble of urine that should not be spilled on the veins of Hubei after her death. That's why the aura of the dragon vein was so coquettish that it ran to Hunan.

"Okay, that's it. I'll flirt with you first, and then hammer it." Without saying a word, he took off his trousers and aimed at the brown lid to pee. Hi, that's right.

I didn't expect this trick to be really effective. After five minutes of being stained with urine, the stone lid suddenly made a sound, as if it had been diluted by chemicals, and then turned black, and then a green smoke burst out and dispersed to the universe.

This is not over. At this time, a large dark cloud suddenly came around during the sunny day, covering the head of Sishengling. After a strong wind, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain poured down. This can scare the oil. He has never encountered such a sudden weather change, and he seems to have a lot to do with him. This movement is too big. Although he is a mixed demon king, he is still afraid of the Five-Finger Mountain of Buddha. In the rain, he hurriedly poured earth on the stone coffin. After burying the scene again, he even rolled and climbed down the mountain for fear of being killed by lightning.

In fact, when the oil was so scared that he ran down the mountain, the people below, that is, the villagers of the whole Shangxiu Mountain Village, were more surprised than him. Mrs. Zhao was so terrised that she fell to the ground immediately. Because the vigorous scene is only above the head of the Four Holy Mountains, and the Xiushan Village is still sunny and clear at this time. When the villagers saw such a scene, they immediately boiled.

Everyone thinks that it is a thousand-year-old monster on the mountain that has been noticed by God. Therefore, the Jade Emperor sent the gods to fight the thunder and ambush demons. But Mrs. Zhao, who fell to the ground, had another worry.

He remembered the three spells said by Mr. Yin and Yang, who showed him the ground but didn't pay: "First, once the aura is released, the ground shakes. The coffin appeared with lightning and thunder. Second, after the beautiful mountain and the sarcophagus, as soon as this place comes out, there will be a flood in June. Third, after March, there will be a son in the village who will drown in seven days. At this time, the Sishengling thundered and rained for no reason. Did someone break his own sarcophagus? But who else knows where the sarcophagus is? There is no one but oil!"

"Is it because the oil is going back on his word and not talking about credibility?"

The more Mrs. Zhao thought about it, the more terrible it became. He couldn't take care of so much anymore. He got up from the ground and ran to the mountain. He is going to see what's going on.

"Dad, what are you going to do? It's raining on the mountain!" The son was afraid that something would happen to his father, so he quickly grabbed his arm to prevent him from going up the mountain. The father ignored his son and broke away from his son's hand with a hard shake.

"Something big has happened. I'm going to go up and have a look. You wait for me at home."

"No, that's too dangerous. I can't let you go up." The son grabbed his father's clothes again. The father was angry and slapped his son in the face. With a 'pop', the son's hand immediately moved from his father's body to his face.

The son said angrily, "Dad, you are so immortal. Why did you hit me? I'm doing it for your own good. You have to figure it out."

The father was not in the mood to pay attention to his son's unparalleled vicious abuse, and he climbed to the Four Holy Mountains without looking back. At this moment, he was only thinking about a question in his heart, "Doesn't I Zhao really have the blessing to enjoy such a treasure?"

He crawled and crawled suspiciously, and soon got into the rain. Ouch - the road is too thin, he jumped down. It doesn't matter. He stood up again. He picked up the trousers that had fallen to his thighs and continued to climb. The heavy rain slapped his body, and the lightning was still roaring on his head. He is like an old beggar with no home, swaying alone in the wind and rain, looking so small and vicissitudes.

After a long time, he finally climbed to the top of the mountain and was about to reach his treasure. His face seemed to feel a little relaxed, but at this time, there was another loud thunder, crackling, a big tree was hit in two, and the top of the tree fell to him.

Ah - he was pressed under the big tree and said goodbye to the world from then on. After his death, his eyes were wide open, and the direction he stared at was the "sarcophagus treasure" he had longed for.

Two hours later, the storm finally stopped. The sky over the Four Holy Mountains was no longer covered with dark clouds, but a beautiful rainbow appeared.

Mrs. Zhao hasn't come back yet, and the son in the room is a little anxious. After all, it's my own son, and no matter how big the hatred is, I can't remember it for a lifetime. When he knew his daughter-in-law, he went to Sishengling the same way. He has thought about thousands of possibilities, such as broken legs or getting lost. But he never thought that his father would be crushed under a big tree and could no longer move.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Wake up, Dad! I told you not to come, but you have to come. It's all right now... Dad! My disobedient dad! You just left like this. What should I do? The son could no longer hide his sadness, and tears came out of his eyes.